strange and unusual

miercuri, 19 octombrie 2016

I stopped talking for a while as if I
did not speak about it, it wouldn't be real.

I stopped talking because I did not want to explain to the world that our eyes
are red but for different reasons.
That my chest feels heavy, as if my soul becomes a huge backpack of rocks that I
drag daily around.

I stopped talking because I cannot
explain this mental fog that gets me race half of the day to reach your start.

I stopped talking so nobody would look
my way and when they did, I would reassure them that ‘No, no, it’s okay, see, I
post cat pictures and regularly check my email,

I am an integral normal part of society’.

I stopped talking because having two
jobs to survive and no hours to say hello to, seems a normal society norm for graduates
gaining experience.

Who am I to say you elitist unpaying
douches ‘Nobody can do this on a low income.’

I stopped talking because with each
unpaid experience I felt worthlessness, as if my creativity is yours to
outsource and it is my honour you picked me.

I stopped talking because I yelled, I
cried and it didn’t mean anything to you as if I wasn’t there. As if we were
strangers to you.

I stopped talking because every time I
got my hope back and you drank it.

I stopped talking because the moment I
grabbed you off the floor, I left myself there.

I stopped talking because you'd pick
fights and get emotional like there was no legitimacy for my feelings, as if the
one that cries out more, feels more.

I stopped talking because I carried
both of us and I had no breath to spare.

I stopped talking because I was the
only one that stood up when things were morally wrong at work and that made me
different. A foreigner in many ways.

I started talking because you left and
you took all of your luggage with you.

I have room for myself now.

I started talking because, you ignorant
ass, you do not talk or treat people like that. Your mistreatment does
not give you the right to mistreat. Your pain does not give you legitimacy to
inflict pain and my morals are not debatable lines that can be stretched.

I am more than what your insecurities
make of me.

I am light and fire and I burned myself
by containing it inside.

I started talking because it’s more
tiring to pretend you don’t come from a broken home.

I started talking because depression
feels like death. And all his friends. But you knew this already, didn’t you?

I started talking because once you say
things out loud they take shape and this polygon needs to change sides.

I started talking because there are
thousands of children of alcoholic parents that go through similar experiences
or worse and they never start talking again.

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marți, 14 aprilie 2015

I feel cold. I don't remember much. There was a smell. A very sweet tone which came from your fingers, most likely one of your teas. I remember closing my eyes and then all vanished like it never was. Most probably I imagined everything. It has to be so. It is so, I am sure. I feel ever so cold ever since, like someone constantly leaves the window open and I cannot find for the life of me your blue knitted sweater. I must have imagined it as well.

luni, 30 martie 2015

Each night I gather all my parts and glue them up again. During the day nobody knows that I am missing limbs or hearts.

There is a sweet misery in which I linger a bit too much at times when it comes to you. I like to spend now time at the train station. Listening to music, sipping my skinny hot chocolate and remembering all the times people came and left. The day my sister came and the days I commuted to London, the days you came from home and the day you left for Edinburgh. I remember that day because I remember the guy at the gates that was telling me that 'All will be well' Giggles. And you asking me constantly where did I get this from.

I hope this it is better for you now. As for me, every other day, I carry you in my thoughts. Some days of friendship and understanding, some days of love and missing and others of annoyance and abandonement. I shut you out like a bad dream because sometimes your absence is too much too bare but I do understand its silence. I would not have much to say if we were talking. I would just tell you that.. I am scared.

All will be well and let's not talk because making it well takes time.

Mali says HI

and this is happening

vineri, 10 octombrie 2014

Yesterday was a hard day. Just so. I have drowned myself in alcohol, drugs, people and sleep deprivation.
Yesterday was a hard day. I needed you next to me and the more I wanted to talk to you the more I felt sad. I know I am cheating by writing this because I know (hope) you will read it at some point.
Yesterday was a hard day. I have a million things that I wanted to share the only one that pops into mind now is that the whole album from Mumford and Sons makes me feel closer to you and that Twin Peaks will have a new season up next year.
Yesterday was a hard day. I scratch my desk not to directly write to you. Alex told me that we need time. That I would be so mean by doing that. And obviously it would be defying the whole purpose. Kitty shaped hole in my heart. Makes me smile and sad. I like that. I fully feel it. I feel empty and hopeful. I know you will end up hating me. I told you first loves do not last.

Yesterday was a hard day. You are my white picked fenced guy. I asked Alex if it's ok to still think that maybe in the future we might end up together. He told me that it is a nice thought and to feed on it. That it might not happen but if it makes me happy why not.

Yesterday was a hard day. First loves only shape you up for the next one. I am just a vessel for that.

Yesterday was a hard day. The more I want to talk to you the more I know not doing it is a right thing. You are my full stop. I wish we went out on dates. I wish I was awkward with you and you brought me flowers. Everything was so rushed. I wish I was better.

Yesterday was a hard day. If you take anything from this take my love for you and the fact that I want you to be happy. I want you to apply yourself to your passion and to be fearless to be that amazing magical kitty which you are. Share yourself with the world and take in only what you think is good for you. I want this to enable you to reach that point. I want this to enable me to reach that point.

Yesterday was a hard day. Maybe we will. I hope we will. I do. We will need some time. But I hope we will. And when and if we do I would like you to bring me a sunflower and take me out to dinner. Haha I know very exact.

Today is a hard day. I feel like all of sudden I do not have my best friend anymore. If you ever read this please send me your address so I can send you over some stuff.

Miau out

vineri, 7 februarie 2014

She planned ahead for a year, he said, "Let's play it by ear."
She didn't want him to run, he didn't want her to fear
Nobody said it'd be easy, they knew it was rough
But, tough luck
I fell in love today,
There aren't any words that you can say
That could ever get my mind to change
She's enough for me, she's in love with me
You're a doll, you are flawless
But I just can't wait for love to destroy us
I just can't wait for love
The only flaw – you are flawless
But I just can't wait for love to destroy us
I just can't wait for love
So, she put his heart in a bag, he wouldn't ask for it back
He didn't want her to cry, she didn't want to be sad
She said, "You better not leave me."
This shit'll be fucked for days and weeks and months, but...
Add it all up, I can find it
The problem with love is I'm blinded by
It rattles my lungs, but my mind is
Tangled between your little flaws
Your flaws, your flaws, your flaws
Wait for love, I won't wait for love
Wait for love, I won't wait for love
Wait for love